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random_cantina2007-08-02 06:14 pm
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Old Bones, New Resolve
Old Pika moves about the room, slowly but surely. She purrs thunderously as she walks, keeping the tribbles and small children out of harm's way, trying to be useful for once. Her age is making it difficult, but she's determined.
- Come off there, little one, - she smiles and untangles baby Pika from some thread, nudging her gently as she gets up and runs off.
- Come off there, little one, - she smiles and untangles baby Pika from some thread, nudging her gently as she gets up and runs off.
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Logan just chuckled and took a pull at her water bottle.
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-Come,- she invited, looking at the lovely couch Logan had brought her.
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-Okay.- He stood up, revealing the fact that he was missing one hind leg at the hip and that there were great scars in the thick fur on that side of his body. Despite all this, and marked stiffness in his joints, he still hopped spryly down to the nearer seat and then to the floor before stropping affectionately against her foreleg and reaching up to kiss her on the chin.
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An aging cripple walked in, saw the two cats, and stared for a mmoment before turning, seeing Logan, and starting.
"Oh! Hi."
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